Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.